Now: Here: This August 26, 2005
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Renee Watabe
Verona, New Jersey
Dream Three: Dark Heart
photograph
I started a series on dreams, and though I am having some pretty interesting
ones, I find myself present at a number of deaths since our pet snake
died and I quoted Hamlet.
One elderly gentleman lost his wife in the ICU unexpectedly. He expressed
a lot of anger at losing her. Grief and anger seem to go hand in hand.
But I also felt there was a fierce beauty in his expressions of anger.
At one point he told us, “I want to be alone with her, keep everyone
away. If Jesus Christ Himself comes looking for me, keep him away!”
He stood at his wife’s bedside, took her hairbrush from his pocket
and softly brushed her gray hair , first on one side, then the other.
He rested his palm over her eyes, which refused to stay shut for more
than a few moments at a time, and kissed her forehead. Everyone in the
room was crying.
Miriam Leuchter
New York City
Reception
photograph
Weddings are a peculiar mix of the private and the public, turning intimate emotions into ritual and pageant. The promises two people make to one another are witnessed, applauded and ultimately enforced by their friends, families, community and state. And yet no one else can truly know the shared secrets of bride and groom.
Anthony Gonzalez
Washington Heights, New York City
Jesus
Photoshop collage
As if crucifixion wasn't bad enough, Jesus has now suffered the further
indignity of having been scanned and manipulated in Photoshop. I took
Him off the wall of my studio and placed Him face down on the glass surface
of the scanner (fortunately His eyes are closed). He has hung on that
wall since before my twelve year old daughter was born. He no longer has
the vague smell of incense that was there the first time I held Him.
This hand carved wooden Jesus figure from a crucifix, minus cross and
arms, is one of my most cherished possessions. I found it on a trip to
Guatemala. On that same trip I found/rescued/purchased a number of other
artifacts, including numerous ritual masks, one of which was a red devil.
Upon my return to NYC I laid out all my new treasures on the living room
rug, and sat back on the couch to admire them. At some point I left the
room, returning after a short while to find my cat Samo had defecated
directly on the face of the devil. As a recovering Catholic this gave
me pause. Of all the pieces strewn across the living room floor why did
Samo pick that one? What did Samo know that I didn't? I felt silly for
entertaining such thoughts, but frankly that devil mask remains in a box
in a closet to this day, whereas all of the other pieces from that trip
are on display.
I love armless Jesus. He does not answer prayers, or absolve the sins
of the repentant. He hangs on the wall of my studio in silent vigil over
a plastic tub of water where two very large turtles swim.
Karien Vandekerkhove
Gent, Flanders, Belgium
once upon a time
digital photograph
Once upon a time there was a small kitchen collective tucked away behind the walls of an old east flemish house. they were very happy playing and producing food, working away on their strange little projects when ever they wanted too. ...
Pamela Flynn
Freehold, New Jersey
untitled
mixed media
What I was thinking while making the image is overshadowed by my thoughts today (9/02/05) as I write this. As a result any statement would be contrived. So I will let the image be the statement.
Peter Ferko
Washington Heights, New York City
irresistible
photo montage from scanned negatives
While some people love and do a great job with nature (some on this project come to mind), I always moan at the thought of me taking photos of nature--what could possibly be left to say--and what does it have to do with my artwork? That said, I knew that with 10 days in the woods with a new Hasselblad, I would be unable to resist the urge. Then the answers came. It occured to me upon being submerged in the Berkshire environment that it would be interesting to build an environment out of photos--a sort of sensory chamber. I've been working with the idea of photo as object; okay I'll buy it. First step: find the ceiling, walls, and floor.
Harold Wallin
Anchorage, Alaska & Washington Heights, New York City
untitled
monoprint, 8" x 8"
I'm in the process of applying for a grant. They always ask for an artist's statement which causes me no end of confusion, so much so, that I don't even know what I'm really thinking now. When things are best and I'm making art, words don't enter into it.
PP
New York City
Old Americana
digital photograph
I was in tree-lined Ocean Grove, on the Jersey shore. I know, I know, everyone from New York has been there but me. It's like pleasantly going back in time. For my NHT neighbors [last entry, she was from Belgium], they have a section of canvas cottages originally used for Methodist missionaries. The other house are gingerbready, adorable. The air felt different, lighter, innocent ... the way it made [helped] my soul feel was as interesting as the visuals. So nice to get out of the intense-ass city. The American flag in the reflection in the photo, is one of the rare places I have liked it. The big closed amphitheater was playing opera, we bobbed in the ocean ... next weekend it's Sandy Hook!
Nick Holliday
Great Barrington, Massachusetts
another piratical rumbustification
brush and ink on photograph
I have been out of ideas lately. This piece came about after Miriam Leuchter asked my opinion of her potential submissions, which sparked a bit of motivation in me. I then pirated one of her images and took a brush and ink to it.
Tim Folzenlogen
Washington Heights, New York City
untitled comic strip
pencil drawings
click here to read the strip
(This is a serial strip that continues from last week)
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